The Abuse Of My Family, By C. Wright Mills

From the ages three to six are nothing but a blur, but from the age seven and on I can remember all the possible struggles my parents went through. At the age of seven my brother, mother and I were sent to a shelter under the surveillance of the witness protection program. During our time there I had to attend school right next door to my room where my family and I were living and we were only allowed to go out to do groceries during an unquestionable time. We were sent there for the reason that my father would verbally and physically abuse my mother while we were in the same or separate rooms. After months had gone by and we were released from the shelter my grandmother was there to support us and she had her doors wide open for us, since we had nowhere else to go nor did my mother have a job. After that very moment that we decided to move in with my grandmother, my father was taken into custody and was no longer in the family portrait anymore. My mother’s only option to keep my brother and I nourished was to ask family for borrowed money. It came to a certain point where she no longer could ask to borrow money which lead her to stealing gallons of milk, …show more content…
Wright Mills the discovery and intersection of autobiography and history in many ways had it been a terrible lesson, in many ways it was a magnificent one. Although my father had physically and verbally abused my mother for many years, we knew we had to leave him someday. The decision of leaving him was a great and terrible lesson. The reason being that it would be a terrible lesson is that my brother and I would not grow up to have a good father figure and despite the fact that most of the conversations about him would turn towards a downfall. The foremost part of this experience is that we had the opportunity to realize how strongly willed our mother was to keep going no matter what she had gone through and that she continued to put us as her main priority even if it meant taking